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On Panama's floors where the music flows,
Two dancers met as the evening rose.
Her dress was bright, his gaze was fire
Their feet caught flame, their souls climbed higher.
The band struck up a sultry beat,
Their bodies moved, their hearts would meet.
He stepped in close, she spun away,
The dance was a game that lovers play.
The congas pulsed, the trumpets soared,
Their laughter spilled, their spirits roared.
He led her swift, she matched his stride,
Two hearts in time with the ocean's tide.
A twist, a turn, a breath held tight—
They found each other in the night.
His hand on hers, her gaze in his,
A world was born where lovers live.
With every beat, the night grew deep,
Their hearts fell fast, the world asleep.
The moon watched on as they would twirl,
Two bodies wrapped in a rhythmic whirl.
In Panama’s embrace, their love was spun—
A dance that told what words could shun.
And through the music, bold and true,
They found a love that danced anew. 2 replies
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